Holiday Bingo

T-Bird in doctors office parking lot, Rochester, New York
T-Bird in my father’s doctor’s office parking lot, Rochester, New York

Saint Ann’s had a great turnout for the afternoon Holiday Bingo event. The lights in the Oak Room were up bright and most of the residents were wearing green or red. Refreshments were on the tables and the moderator was calling out numbers and letters. It sounded like a party and I wished my parents were in there but age has gotten the best of them. And Bingo was never their scene anyway.

I was picking up my dad up for an another appointment and driving his car this time. I had snagged up a City newspaper at the Margaret Explosion gig last night and had already skimmed through it. They feature one city house in each issue, a regular column sponsored by the Landmark Society, and this week’s house was 107 Burlington Avenue on the west side, the house my dad grew up in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I handed the paper to my dad and he laughed so hard he cried.

The radio was tuned to his station, Jazz 90.5, and they were doing a 24 hour Frank Sinatra marathon to celebrate one hundred years since the Chairman’s birth. Non-stop melancholy songs like “Last Night When We Were Young” and “Moon River.” Johnny Mercer is my father’s all time favorite.

We parked next to the Ford Thunderbird, above, and I finally discovered the secret to opening the trunk on my father’s Honda Accord. I had had such bad luck before, pressing the buttons on his key fob over and over before the damn thing popped, that I would just hand it to him and let him pop it so I could get his walker in or out. It’s actually my mom’s walker but he has taken to it lately.

We were visiting his primary care doctor for the last time and as we got out of the car I asked, “Why is it that this trunk opener works for you and I can’t get it to work?” He demonstrated his technique and explained that he just holds the button down until it opens. The time factor! I am still learning from my father. He has given me so much by his example.

The good doctor pretty much handed my dad’s care off to a Palliative Care specialist and he shook his hand, a final gentlemanly goodbye. On the way home I said, “I wish you and mom could trade places.” My mom wants to die. My dad is eternally young and in the middle of so many projects. And there are always the birds to watch.

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